How to Get a Wife

Taking a look at the food materials in the refrigerator and turning her head back, Joanna saw Wilson standing at the door of the
kitchen in a lovely manner. All of a sudden, an idea came to her mind. Since he was obedient to her now, how about If she could
teach him to do the housework, it would save her a lot of trouble.
"Wilson, let me teach you how to cook, and then you won't be hungry." She looked countlessly at Wilson standing at the door,
smiling sincerely.
He nodded obediently and went into the kitchen.
"Okay." He stood next to Joanna and tilted his head to look at her, "what do I need to do now?"
For the first time, I could teach him to make some simple dishes. Thinking of this, Joanna took two eggs and a vegetables out of
the fridge.
"I will teach you the simplest noodles today." Joanna gave him a demonstration which contained various kinds of complicated
knowledge, and made Wilson do experiments by himself from time to time.
"There are ingredients in this cabinet. There are bowls and chopsticks as well as tools." She reminded him while cooking the
noodles. After all, if she wanted him to learn to cook, he should know where these things were placed.
Joanna tied up her hair, and a few strands of them hanging down. Wilson looked at her side face for a moment and was a little
lost. Seeing the sweat on her forehead, he couldn't help wiping the sweat on her forehead with his sleeve, which made Joanna
pause.
What was he doing? The scene looked more and more like an old married couple, a very affectionate scene.
old married couple? Shocked by her own idea, Joanna laughed at herself secretly. They had known each other for less than half
a month, how could she have such an illusion?
She placed the bowl on the table, and started to enjoy the noodles, with Wilson sitting beside her.
After the meal, Joanna taught him to wash the dishes. She didn't realize that although this person became somewhat silly after
the car accident, he was very smart and could almost learn everything at once.
"Okay. We can talk about it later. I have to go to bed now. You should also go to bed early. Good night. " Then Joanna rushed
back to her room, leaving Wilson alone at the kitchen door in a daze.

Joanna wrapped in a quilt and tossed on the bed, would it be too much for him to do these housework? She had seen him for
several times and believed that this man was not a simple man, and he might have never done this before. When they met for
the first time, she had helped him, but he said she was meddlesome. Now he was different because he lost his memory.
"Well, forget it. Since I have paid so much medical fees for him, I won't be excessive if I reward him for doing some housework."
Lowering her head into the quilt, she fell asleep soon.
"Ah" With a roar, Wilson woke up. Sitting on the sofa, he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
In his dream, he was driving on a phone and didn't care about the traffic. He didn't know whether it was an accident or a
deliberate one. A car was out of control and bumped into him. Then the sky and the earth were spinning round. He felt painful
and difficult to breathe. All of a sudden, he heard a woman's voice. "Sir Wake up Hold on. "
It was a familiar voice. Who was that?
"Joanna?" The moment he woke up, he called out the name of Joanna. Wilson's eyes darkened, 'who am I?' And who was that
woman?
Why did this dream feel so real? He scratched his hair, his head was ached, and his brain seemed to be torn apart.
After he gradually calmed down, Wilson became sleepless. He looked at the alarm clock at the bedside. It was half past five in
the morning.
Every time he sat on the bed and thought of the dream he just had, he felt suffocated. Since he couldn't fall asleep, he decided to
cook breakfast for Joanna.
When he got everything ready and stood in the kitchen. Wilson realized that he couldn't cook anything except the noodles that
Joanna taught him last night.
He sighed deeply, thinking that he was going to give her a surprise. Forget it, he decided to cook the noodles. He recalled what
happened yesterday and made the breakfast smoothly. Looking at the clock in the living room, it was only seven o'clock. He
didn't know when Joanna would go to work, but it seemed that she hadn't gone to work yet.
So he went to Joanna's bedroom with the noodles.
"Joanna, are you up? I have made breakfast for you. " He turned his head to hear what was going on in the room. It had been
almost one minute, but the person inside hadn't given any response. Wilson had no choice but to knock the door again and said,

"Joanna, I'm coming in."
There was still no reply. Maybe she was still in a coma, so he had to open the door himself.
What he saw was the sleeping face of Joanna. Her skin was very good, Wilson refrained himself from touching her face. When
he came back to his senses, he was already standing by the bedside of Joanna.
"Joanna, it's time to get up." He didn't want to wake her up, but at the same time, he wanted her to taste the breakfast he had
made.
"Well..." As soon as Joanna opened her eyes, she saw a handsome man standing by her bed, looking at her with an affectionate
look. She was in a daze for a long time before she responded.
"Don't you recognize me?" Wilson stared at Joanna who was stunned but did not react. He felt a little sad. Did she forget him.
"Oh my God Why are you here Get out of here. " Realizing what happened, Joanna tightly wrapped herself in a quilt and said
with a serious face to Wilson. She had taken Wilson home yesterday, but why was he here.
"I knocked on the door just now, but you didn't answer me, so I came in myself." Wilson watched Joanna's move, feeling
uncomfortable.
"I made the noodles you taught me yesterday. I want you to have a taste." He presented her the noodles as if he was presenting
a piece of treasure.
Seeing the grievance on Wilson's face, she realized that she overreacted. He might not think so much, but she thought him so
bad. She was so guilty that she hastily explained, "I don't mean to be so excited. I'm going to brush my teeth."
Then she rushed to the bathroom to wash her mouth. She was still thinking that Wilson had made breakfast and brought it to her
bed. He was such a young man of a new generation. Whoever would marry him must be happy.
When she walked out of the bathroom, she saw Wilson waiting for her at the bedside. He was holding the bowl of noodles
carefully with his hands. When she saw him, a stream of tear trickled down Joanna's cheeks.
Although the noodles were not as delicious as they looked, it was his first time to cook it and she thought it was good enough to
make it. She tasted it. It was a little light and there were some broken eggshells. But when she saw that Wilson was looking at
her expectantly, she answered against her conscience, "Hmm, it's good."

Hearing Joanna's praise, Wilson smiled happily. "I'm glad you like it. I can make it for you every day."